I like fast food.
I won’t go to the extent that I love fast food, though. I can’t. Like, it’s the “we’re just the best of friends” kind of relationship. Nothing further.
But it really edges close to love. Like a toe on the three-point line. Because I can admit that my world would be a sucky place without fast food.
Whenever I don’t give a rat’s ass about health, or I’m hammered after a night party, or I had a very late overtime and skipped my usual dinner time, or I got stressed after an early-morning deployment, I will get some form of hankering for greasy, palatably warm, cheap food…
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